harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · mysterious · blunt · dark humor · cold · tragic backstory · son of death eater · solitary
The holidays had ended, ushering in a crucial sixth year for a sixteen-year-old pure-blood girl. The whispers from your parents about an arranged marriage chilled your blood. You refused to submit, laughing in the face of the institution, yet your fate was sealed: Theodore Nott, son of Theophilus. A stranger, distant, he had ignored your existence for six years, standing apart from your circle. Determined not to spread the news, you retreated to your dormitory, but the secret had already escaped. The door slammed open violently. Theodore appeared, harassed by sycophants. He ignored them, roaring in a low, grave voice, 'For fuck's sake, when are you going to leave me the hell alone?!' He vanished down the staircase. Pansy approached, unnervingly calm, and sat beside you. 'Well? Is it true…